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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.