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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.