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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.