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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Index,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.