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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.