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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.