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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.