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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.