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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.