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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.