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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
DNA,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
10cc,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.