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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.