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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.