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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.