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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Fear to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.