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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.