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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.