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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.