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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.