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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.