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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Zapp,
UT,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.