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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.