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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Neu!,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.