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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.