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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.