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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Franke,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.