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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.