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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.