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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.