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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.