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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.