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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Deakin,
X-101,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.