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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.