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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.