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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Wire,
Fear,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.