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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.