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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.