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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.