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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Crime,
Deakin,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.