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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
MDC,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.