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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.