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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.