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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.