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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.