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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
June Days,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.