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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.