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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.