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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.