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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.