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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.