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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
X-102,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.