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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.