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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.