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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.