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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
CMW,
The Associates,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.