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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.