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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
the Association,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.