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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
X-102,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.