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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.