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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.