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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.