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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.