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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.