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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.