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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.