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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.