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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.