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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.