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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
JFA,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.