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 Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
10cc,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.