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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.