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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
UT,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.