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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.