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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.