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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 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 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.