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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Smog,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.