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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.