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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.