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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.