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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.