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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.