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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.