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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.