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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
JFA,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.