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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.