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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Technova,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.