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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.