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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.