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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.