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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.