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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.