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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.