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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.