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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Fall 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 jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
cv313,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.