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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 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?
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.