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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Gong,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Saints,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.