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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.