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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.