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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.