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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.