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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.