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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Monks,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.