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 United States and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.