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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.