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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Scion,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.