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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
the Normal,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.