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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.