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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.