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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.