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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.