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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Faust,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.