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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.