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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.