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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.