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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.