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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.