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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.