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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.