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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.