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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.