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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Crime,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.