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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.