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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.