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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.