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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.