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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.