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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.