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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.