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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.