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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.