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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.