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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.