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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.