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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.