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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.