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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.