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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
UT,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.