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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.