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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.