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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.