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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.