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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Litter,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.