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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.