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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Neu!,
Slave,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.