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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Visage,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.