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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Crime,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.