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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.