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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.