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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.