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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.