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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.