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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.