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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.