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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.