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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.