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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.