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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.