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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Inner City,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Nico,
Flipper,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.