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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.