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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
PIL,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.