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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.