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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Nico,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.