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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.