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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.