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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Wings,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.