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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Fear,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.