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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.