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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.