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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
the Association,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.