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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Wire,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.