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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.