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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.