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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.