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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.