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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.