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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
ABC,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.