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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.