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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.