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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.