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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.