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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.