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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.