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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.