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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.