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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.