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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.