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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dark Day 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.