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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.