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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.