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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.