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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.