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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.