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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.