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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.