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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.