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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.