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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.