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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.