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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.