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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.