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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.