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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Nas,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.