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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.