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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.