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 Canada and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.