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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
The Move,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.