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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.