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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.