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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.