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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.