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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.