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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.