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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.