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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.