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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.