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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.