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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.