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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.