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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.