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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.