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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Neu!,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.