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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.