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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.