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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.