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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
June of 44,
New Order,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.