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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.