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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.