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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.