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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.