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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.