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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.