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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.