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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
10cc,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.