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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.