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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.