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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.