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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Move,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
The Residents,
MC5,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.