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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.