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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.