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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.