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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.