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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Smog,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.