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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Q65,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.