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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.