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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
X-101,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.