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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Scientists,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.