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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.