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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Q65,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Index,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.