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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.