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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Pole,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.