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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.