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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Ossler,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.