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 Namibia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Swans,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.