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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.