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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.