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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.