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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Brick,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.