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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.