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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.