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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.