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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.