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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.