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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.