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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.