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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.