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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.