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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
PIL,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.