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 Andorra 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.