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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.