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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.