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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.