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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.