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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.