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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.