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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.