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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.