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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
The Names,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.