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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.