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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.