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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.