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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.