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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.