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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.