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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.