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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.