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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.