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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.