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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.