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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.