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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.