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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.