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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.