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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.