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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.