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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.