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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.