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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.