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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.