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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Can,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.