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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.