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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.