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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.