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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.