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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.