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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.