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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Skarface,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.