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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Can,
The Motions,
Visage,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.