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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.