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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.