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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.