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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.