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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.