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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.