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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.