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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.