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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.