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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Moebius,
JFA,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.