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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.