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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.