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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.