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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.