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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Technova,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.