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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.