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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.