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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Names,
The Remains,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.