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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.