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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.