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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 808 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.