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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.