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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.