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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.