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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.