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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Smog,
The Move,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.