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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.