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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.