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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.