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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.