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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.