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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.