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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.