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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.