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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.