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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.