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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.