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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.