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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.