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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Skarface,
June Days,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Echospace,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.