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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.