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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.