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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Faust,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.