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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.