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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.