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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Can,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.