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 Uganda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.