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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Crime,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.