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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.