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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.