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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Television,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.