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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.