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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.