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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.