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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Japan,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Wire,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.