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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.