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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
10cc,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.