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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.