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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.