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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.