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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Brick,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Pole,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.