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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 JFA to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.