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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.