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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.