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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.