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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.