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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Q65,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.