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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.