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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.