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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.