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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.