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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.