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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.