Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Wings,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.