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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.