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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.