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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.