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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
the Association,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.