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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.