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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.