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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.