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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.