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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.