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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.