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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
New Order,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.