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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
10cc,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.