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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.