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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Japan,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.