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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.