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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Neu!,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.