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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.