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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.