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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.