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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.