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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Brick,
X-102,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Ponytail,
New Order,
ABC,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.