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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.