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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.