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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Cymande,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.