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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.