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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.