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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.