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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.