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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.