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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Move,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.