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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Franke,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.