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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.