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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 Accra and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.