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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.