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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.