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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.