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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.