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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.