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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.