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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.