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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.