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 United States and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.