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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.