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 India and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.