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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.