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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.