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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.