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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.