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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.