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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.