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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.