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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.