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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.