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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.