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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.