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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.