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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.