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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.