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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.