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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.