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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.