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 Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.