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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.