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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.