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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Oneida,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Swans,
John Cale,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.