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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Index,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.