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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Associates,
Urselle,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.