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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.