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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.