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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.