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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.