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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.