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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.