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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.