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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Moebius,
cv313,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.