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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.