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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.