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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
the Slits,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.