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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
cv313,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.