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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.