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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.