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 China and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.