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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.