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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.