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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.