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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.