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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.