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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.