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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.