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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.