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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.