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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.