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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.