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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.