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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Zapp,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.