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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.