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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.