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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
ABC,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.