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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.