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 Syria 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.