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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.