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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.