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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nas,
Pagans,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.