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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.