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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Fear,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.