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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.