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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.