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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Slave,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.