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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.