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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.