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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.