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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Searchers,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Pole,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.