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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.