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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.