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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.