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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
JFA,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.