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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.