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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.