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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fear 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.