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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.