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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.