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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.