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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.