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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.