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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Anakelly 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.