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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.