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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.