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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.