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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
ABC,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.