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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.