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 North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.